Ross the boss: ‘You’ve killed 40 people? I have to say, fair focks!’
Grievous Bodily Horm just laughs when I explain why I’m leaving his wife’s hotel room
“Okay, it’s not what it looks like!”
How many times have I used that line over the years? The answer is hundreds. But this time it’s different. This is not me tiptoeing up the stairs at six o’clock in the morning with my back all scratched and a hickie on my neck the size of a pomegranate. When I tell Sorcha, “It’s not what it looks like!” she at least wants to believe me?